STDCG - The Process lyrics

"The Process" [Chorus:] Yeah I was Incarcerated a**imilated deceased Incarcerated eliminated decreased Emancipated a**a**inated released Discriminated and hated by the police I was Incarcerated a**imilated deceased Incarcerated eliminated decreased Emancipated a**a**inated released Discriminated and hated by the police [40 Deebz:] Students that made a statement Boarding schools slave ship And I deserve to be here According to my late slip Just a Anishinaabe in America With less to prove left school Cause I can't walk in my ancestors' shoes Put on moccasins swallow alcohol And let the toxins in The native youth in the booth I'm trying to be like Pac to them It's obvious why I don't understand a Native Christian God had a plan To set aside land and make a prison Manifest Destiny is honestly dull Tell them to give us back the Black Hills And Geronimo's skull For one you shouldn't have taken it Left his grave a vacate pit I read about my history And don't know what to make of it I shed tears googling pictures Of boarding schools Looking at my possessions Like I've got nothing more to lose My culture been robbed blind From the neck down The drumbeat in my heart Is louder than a jet sounds [Chorus:] Incarcerated a**imilated deceased Incarcerated eliminated decreased Emancipated a**a**inated released Discriminated and hated by the police I was Incarcerated a**imilated deceased Incarcerated eliminated decreased Emancipated a**a**inated released Discriminated and hated by the police [GR:] Desensitize madness So my stretch high canvas Pains supplied the damage I've provided on my atlas Ask me why I'm mad As my culture might vanish They emphasize cla** But never exercise the practice Spread ashes commemorate the past Be a pa**ive Look at where it got us when they landed It goes hand and grip on the handle When it's shot and shell shocked By your vision that was blocked Imma raise my spirits And there won't be a gla** in the air In my crowd when I say Raise thy spirits My fire was set ablaze by spirits R.a.p. my family I was raised by spirits The flames burn eternal with no lighter The light that's ignited by the fight Grows brighter The burns from those fires Is why my flow tighter Embodied my ancestors Porky White's my ghost writer [Chorus:] Incarcerated a**imilated deceased Incarcerated eliminated decreased Emancipated a**a**inated released Discriminated and hated by the police I was Incarcerated a**imilated deceased Incarcerated eliminated decreased Emancipated a**a**inated released Discriminated and hated by the police [40 Deebz:] My people are serving in the tenements Never heard of Heaven's innocence Out in public hanging out With thirty-seven Indians All from this country Before it was named Now every warrior's lane Represents a story of pain This is STD We're trying to spread the genesis I'm not racist I'm a red supremacist But the only blood that I know Is measured by the quantum Then judged by officials Who said they didn't want them [GR:] While you was chilling I was in the sweat sizzling Skin glizzling Meditating envisioning Getting it opening doors The life we're living Indigenous Anishinaabe by my dizzy When I grind in the hustle Define by our struggle Live by the bustle And I die from the muzzle of America Native America now welcome in the area Like the mall of America f** em